Germany’s Defeat

America’s Kyle. War Hero, youngest major general, symbol of the nation’s conquest and strength—worthy of the title!

This was the impression and conclusion shared by most Allied forces from other nations. It also meant that when they invaded German territory and pushed deep into its heartland, although the returned Kyle had not asked to assume command of the vanguard, the Allied scouts and communications officers still notified him as procedure required.

"So we’ve finally reached Berlin? A few days later than expected…" Kyle said as he leaped down from the roof of the lead armored vehicle and flexed his hands slightly.

Fury stepped out through the armored vehicle’s open door and reminded him with his face still tense, "We’re about to enter the main urban area of Germany’s capital. Behind the buildings a few hundred meters ahead, Berlin’s last armed force should be holding its position."

"Want me to go over and scout it out?" Logan, dressed in an American military uniform, said calmly from inside the vehicle.

"No need. I’ll go take a look myself." Kyle shrugged. Without waiting for anyone else to respond, he broke away from the tens of thousands of vanguard soldiers and headed alone down the broad, deserted street.

Blue Eagle circled on patrol several thousand meters overhead. Within its air-control range, it would issue an immediate warning if bombers or anything similar appeared.

Given Kyle’s strength and ability to survive, there was nothing left that the exhausted Germans could use to threaten him—unless Germany intended to perish with him and dropped a nuclear bomb on the center of its own capital.

That was unrealistic in every sense. Besides, intelligence indicated that when Hydra fell out with the Nazis, it had stolen more than half of Germany’s nuclear bomb research materials. As a result, Germany still had not developed the nuclear weapon capable of affecting the course of the world war.

Meanwhile, America had obtained those nuclear bomb materials from Hydra’s final underground base in the Alps. They were likely close to producing a completed nuclear weapon on their own soil.

Howard had told him this back at the base. As a top scientific strategist working with the national military, Howard was one of the core members involved in nuclear weapon construction…

Setting aside his wary thoughts about nuclear weapons, Kyle had already moved nearly a hundred meters away from the Allied forces and was still approaching Berlin’s main urban district.

His pace was neither fast nor slow. Rather than scouting, he looked more like he was taking a leisurely stroll through the city streets.

After another three hundred meters, Kyle’s extraordinary senses detected something. As he was about to pass through a street intersection, he silently switched the Venom Suit into full-coverage mode, his body tensing in readiness for battle at any moment.

Tap, tap!

The instant he stepped past the intersection, Kyle suddenly stopped, standing tall in the middle of the crossroads.

Swish, swish, swish—

The sounds of countless weapons being raised rang out densely from the intersections on both sides. Innumerable rifle barrels were aimed at Kyle standing in the crossroads.

"An ambush?" Kyle murmured. He swept a cold gaze around him and, surrounded by the guns of several thousand armed German Soldiers, slowly gripped the Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword from his back in his left hand.

Sword against guns, one against several thousand.

It seemed laughable, yet the German Soldiers could not laugh at all. Even the hands gripping their rifles trembled slightly, sweat soaking through the linings of their Combat Suits.

God knew what kind of demon of war they were facing.

"Don’t shoot! Lower your weapons first!" Amid the suffocating atmosphere of silent deadlock, a mature, hoarse voice suddenly rang out, immediately causing the several thousand German Soldiers to lower their rifles.

Kyle looked over in surprise and saw a middle-aged officer wearing decorated epaulets and a general’s uniform. Clearly the commander of this German force, he hurried forward from the rear of the entrenched troops.

"Excuse me, are you ‘America’s Kyle’?" the middle-aged officer asked in slightly unstandardized English.

There seemed to be no need for him to answer.

Kyle met his gaze coldly and took several steps forward with his sword in hand. The many German Soldiers at his sides instinctively raised their guns to aim at him again.

"I said, put down your weapons!" the middle-aged officer roared angrily. Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he said bitterly, "Enough. It’s all over."

The middle-aged officer looked at Kyle beneath his fully covered suit, took a deep breath, and said, "My name is Field Marshal Paulus. I am a Field Marshal of the German military. Here, on behalf of the entire army… I choose to surrender."

After forcing out those humiliating, helpless words of surrender, the German Field Marshal instead seemed to relax. With a weary, defeated expression, he continued issuing orders. "All soldiers, throw down every firearm and weapon in your hands. Remain where you are and await orders."

The moment his words fell, the scene became deathly silent.

Several thousand German Soldiers looked at one another. Then, after one soldier decisively threw down his rifle, the rest began tossing their weapons and ammunition cases onto the ground one after another. The sight was spectacular for a time.

They had long since lost the will to fight. Kyle himself was merely the last heavy straw that broke the camel’s back.

Kyle understood this inwardly and was not surprised. He returned the Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword to his back.

Whether to accept the prisoners would be up to Commander Chester in the rear.

In any case, he had no desire to strike soldiers who had completely lost their fighting spirit.

Ignoring those German Soldiers, Kyle directly led the German Field Marshal at their head back toward the Allied forces.

Germany’s final defensive force had been defeated without a battle, signaling the early conclusion of this large-scale campaign.

After the Allied forces detained the German Field Marshal and left troops behind to guard the several thousand German soldiers held prisoner, more vanguard units continued advancing forcefully and in great strength into Berlin’s main urban district.

An hour later, Germany’s capital, Berlin, had been completely occupied by the Allied forces.

Nazi leader Hitler, having learned half an hour earlier that the Field Marshal had led Germany’s last armed force into surrender, shot himself in the Presidential Office Building. He ordered soldiers to burn his body on the spot.

The leader who had sparked World War II—Hitler—was dead, indirectly declaring Germany’s total defeat!

As the Allied vanguard began arranging personnel to garrison Berlin, process prisoners, contact the rear, and handle other busy matters, Fury reacted quickly and sent soldiers to arrest the scientists in the research institutes. But he discovered that Kyle and Logan had already vanished again.

At the same time, in the underground basement of a secret military arsenal in Germany’s capital.

The arsenal’s iron door was forcibly torn open by a pair of Dark Claws. Two black figures entered through the gap, found the main circuit switch, and turned it on. The lights came on, illuminating the vast underground arsenal brightly.

"That German Field Marshal really wasn’t lying." Kyle retracted his claws and smiled knowingly at the military arsenal, where more than half the supplies still remained.

"There’s so much. The two of us can’t take much," Logan said from beside him.

"You just guard the door. I alone will be enough." Kyle smiled mysteriously and strolled toward the supplies wrapped in green canvas.

Today, he would draw to his heart’s content.